twenty one pilots imagines

Tyler-Sick Days

For xmarchonkilljoyx

Sorry it's so late!

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Once again I had to blow my nose, it was getting pretty dang annoying. My throat felt like I had just attended a screamo concert, and my head throbbed with every breath.

I honestly hate the winter, I get sick every year. Why I thought this year would be different is beyond me.

I got my phone out and took a selfie adding it to Snapchat with the caption "I feel like death warmed over."

"I have hit a new low for myself." I commented, "talk about asking for attention."

My phone dinged with a notification after a few minutes.

Tyler

"What." I was shocked, "Tyler replied to my story?"

I quickly opened the app and clicked on his snap.

"u ok?" was plastered over a selfie of him at his job at the local movie theater.

"Just a cold" I replied.

"oh." a picture of popcorn. Man that looked good.

"That looks good." I added a picture of my fluffy blankets stacked on top of my shivering body.

"it's okay if you're dying." Tyler sent a picture of his cherry red converse, a bright contrast to the greasy looking tile of the theater concession stand.

"I'm dying" I said with a picture of my box of tissues.

No reply, I honestly felt offended for a second. Wait no, not offended, disappointed, or maybe a mix of the two. They often go together.

I tossed my phone to the end of the bed. "What do I care what he thinks anyways?"

I sat in silence looking at the paint on the wall, it was such an interesting shade of blue, like kind of grey but also kind of green. Like the ocean.

The phone lit up and a notification dinged.

I scrambled to grab the phone quickly. Flopping over on my stomach, my hair falling where it may and my head feeling like it might pop off from the sudden movement.

Tyler

"Yes" I quietly whispered.

"where r u?" a picture of a window. Those curtains looked familiar.

"Where are you?" I sent a confused face.

"uh outside." a picture of my, wait a second, that's my front yard.

I hopped out of bed and ran to the window. Tyler crouched just outside with his black hoodie looking fluffier than normal.

"Stalker much?" I asked opening the window.

"It's a hobby I guess." He said standing upright in my room. Gosh diddly he was tall.

"What are you doing here you weirdo."

"You're dying." He said opening his hoodie to reveal a bag of popcorn and his theater uniform.

"How do you know where I live?"

"Uh, I live like a block down the road."

"Oh." I felt kind of dumb, I mean we've gone to school together for most of our lives. Of course he would live somewhere kind of close.

"Yeah."

We stood there in awkward silence as he held the bag of popcorn that was quickly growing cold.

"So how are you feeling?" He finally spoke.

"Not so bad anymore." I said with a smile taking the popcorn.

"Me either." He smiled back.

Winter isn't that bad anyways.